After Bai Yueguang's stand-in is passive and slow to work

Shen Heng went to find the landlord of this building the next day. He Yue treated him well enough that he couldn't always occupy other people's rooms.

Fortunately, the room I asked about last time hadn't been rented out yet. Shen Heng paid half a year's rent first, spent a day cleaning it, and moved the luggage in the next day.

The room is not big, it has two floors, the lighting environment is good, and there is a small balcony on the lower floor, where you can usually sit in the sun.

The things he left at Jiang Zhiyu's place were basically bought by Jiang Zhiyu for him after he moved there.

When he thought of Jiang Zhiyu, he couldn't help feeling sad.

But since he intends to no longer have anything to do with Jiang Zhiyu, don't leave any clues that can remind him of the pain.Let them be buried in that house, along with all the loves, dreams, and hopes he had failed in those four years.

He forgot to return Jiang Zhiyu's bank card when he left the apartment. Now it seems that the money is more like a regular maintenance fee to appease him, Jiang Zhiyu's so-called lover.

Shen Heng took the card out of his bag, thinking about how to return it to Jiang Zhiyu, and didn't know if it would be okay to send it directly to his company.

There was a knock on the door, Shen Heng came back to his senses, put the card in his pocket, then got up to open the door, when the door opened, He Yue's tightly wrapped face appeared.

"It's so cold, do you turn on the air conditioner here?" He Yue entered the door with the big and small supermarket shopping bags in his hand, followed by his roommate, his eyes were dazed, as if he hadn't woken up.

"No, I'll drive it now." Shen Heng let them in sideways, and turned to look for the remote control.

"You just moved today. I'll bring Song Chenghao over to help you warm the house." He Yue took off his hat and scarf, and rubbed his hands.

Today is Sunday and he doesn't have to go to work, and he doesn't need to wear a suit anymore. He Yue's movements are much larger than usual. I feel satisfied when I look at it.”

The young boy named Song Chenghao has already yawned several times, his face is clean and fresh after removing makeup, but there are faint dark circles under his eyes: "I was sleepy all night yesterday, brother Heng, can I sleep with you for a while?" ?”

"Well, you can go upstairs." Shen Heng was taking out the fruits and food that He Yue bought back and putting them in the refrigerator. Hearing this, he nodded and pointed to the small revolving wooden ladder at the corner.

"No, I'll just squat on the sofa for a while, and call me after dinner." He got his consent and fell down on the sofa, facing the back of the sofa chair, curled up and fell asleep regardless.

Shen Heng found a cashmere blanket from the cabinet and covered him, while He Yue snorted to the person on the sofa: "Lazy."

"Let me cook, what do you want to eat?" The bought things were almost packed, Shen Heng looked at the time, and it was time to prepare dinner.

He Yue was standing by the side, studying the rattan chair next to the balcony with great interest, and replied: "I bought some hot pot base, and cook hot pot at night? Anyway, it's just the three of us, and it's warm in winter." The room was covered The hot air from the air conditioner made it hot. He took off his coat and threw it on the chair.

"it is good."

Next to the balcony is a very small open kitchen. Although everything is not in order, it can at least start a fire. He Yue also bought some new tableware today, which is just in time for use.

Shen Heng boiled a pot of water, put the bottom ingredients in, and the gurgling heat rose in the room with a strong aroma. Not long after, the person lying on the sofa sniffled, muttered, and then opened his eyes.

"It smells so good." Song Chenghao sat up from the sofa, looked at Shen Heng's back, and praised: "Brother Heng, your craftsmanship is really good."

The corners of Shen Heng's lips were curled up by his compliment: "It's just a hot pot."

"That's good, you look so good-looking, and you cook so well. If you move here, can I come to eat in the future?" Song Chenghao is familiar with himself, and has a sweet mouth. After regaining his energy, he stood up and jumped in two steps. He walked over to Shen Heng: "Let me carry it over for you, don't get burned."

Shen Heng smiled lightly and nodded, turning sideways to get the bowls and chopsticks.

The three sat around the small dining table in the living room, chatting while cooking hot pot.

Song Chenghao is a talkative and enthusiastic person, and he is very good at finding topics. He Yue and He Yue are talking about cross talk. You and I have brought Shen Heng's mood much better, and let him temporarily forget some unpleasant things. s things.

It has been a long time since he chatted and had a meal with his friends leisurely like this. Shen Heng looked gently at the two friends with smiles on their faces, feeling extremely warm in his heart.

Jiang Zhiyu doesn't talk much when eating, and occasionally dislikes the smell of oily smoke on his body, so every time after cooking, he will take off his apron and sit at the table, clean up after eating, take a shower, and then go back to bedroom.

"It's so supportive, Brother Heng, do you have Jianweixiaoshi tablets here?"

The three of them ate dinner for more than two hours, and they didn't feel that the time passed slowly while chatting. Song Chenghao rubbed his stomach: "After this meal, I have to go to the gym for a few days before I can see my abdominal muscles."

"Abs aren't something you can eat all at once." He Yue complained mercilessly from the side.

"That's not necessarily true." Song Chenghao raised the hem of his clothes carelessly. He took off his coat before eating, and only wore a beige thick woolen sweater: "Look at it?"

Song Chenghao's waist looks very tight, with a wheat complexion, and the lines of his abdominal muscles are obvious when he tightens his muscles. He looked at the two people next to him with his chin proudly raised, and stretched out his hand to touch it up and down.

Shen Heng avoided his eyes slightly in embarrassment, but Song Chenghao seemed to be unaware of it, and called him: "Brother Heng, do you want to try the feel?"

"No need." Shen Heng lowered his head and took a sip of the juice.

"Stop flirting, if you have nothing to do, go and wash the dishes." He Yue pulled down Song Chenghao's clothes with one hand, and began to pack the dishes.

Song Chenghao hummed a song and stood up, walked around the small space of the house twice, and saw the tablet Shen Heng placed on the side table.

"Can I play with your ipad?" He shouted to Shen Heng who was opening the window for ventilation.

"Yes." Shen Heng agreed.

"What's the password?"

It's Jiang Zhiyu's birthday.

When Shen Heng blurted out the string of numbers, his heart seemed to be stung by something unexpectedly. Song Chenghao smiled and gestured to him with an OK sign. Shen Heng turned around slowly, and exhaled softly facing the window, with a look on his face. Somewhat bleak.

That's right, after being together for such a long time, how could it be possible to remove him from life immediately.

Will definitely get used to it.

he thinks.

The cell phone rang suddenly in the room, Shen Heng glanced at the cell phone, and was a little dazed for a moment, the word Jiang Zhiyu flashing on the screen was extremely dazzling in his eyes at this moment.

Shen Heng frowned silently, hesitated for two seconds, and tapped to refuse.

"You dare to hang up my phone?"

Jiang Zhiyu's text message was sent quickly, across the screen, Shen Heng could imagine his angry expression when he said this sentence.

He felt an uncontrollable pain in his heart again. Jiang Zhiyu has this kind of ability to make him sad in various ways and actions.

"I have something to ask you, answer the phone."

The moment he received this text message, another phone call from Jiang Zhiyu came.

Shen Heng glanced at the two laughing and jokingly playing games in the room, took a deep breath, opened the door and went to the balcony.

"Why did it take so long to pick up?" Jiang Zhiyu's tone sounded the same as usual, but his voice was a little hoarse, which was the result of smoking day and night for the past two days.

"What do you want from me?" Shen Heng asked aloofly without answering him.

"It's not convenient to talk on the phone, let's find time to meet."

"Then don't talk about it." Shen Heng's tone was serious, he couldn't think of anything he needed to talk to Jiang Zhiyu about, and he really didn't want to see him again.

Jiang Zhiyu was so blocked by him that he was so angry that he almost swears, but he held back: "Don't you have a house? Where do you live now?"

"It's none of your business."

"Shen Heng!" Jiang Zhiyu's angry voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "Have you had enough trouble?"

"I didn't quarrel with you, Jiang Zhiyu." Shen Heng's body trembled slightly, one hand was tightly gripping the balcony railing in front of him, the freezing temperature made him extremely awake at this moment, "We have already broken up."